fight night world wide He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming! [Chorus] Nothing is real, can't touch, can't feel Nothing is right, can't
lot to go far What you think is rich, I just spent on a car What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch What you think is wealthy, I just dropped
7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut
you up in Skate Key wit' a minor I know she wit' it, I betta brick I could hit it Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British Ice Berg shirts wit' Ice
dro? Yeah I'm on it You got them hoes? Yeah I'm on it [Verse 1 - Yung Joc] Aye, nothing like a P$C and Block ENT party nigga Real niggas with real money
you want want What you need What you havin What will it be All we need is Hennessey then a sprite, squeeze it in it, twist a lemon, this one is the
't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is We surround fortresses, studios and
roast it 4 Tay on the way plus the twins is posted Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook Straight crooks, getting money off the books Making nothing
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz Nothing less than a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's Trouble
with nothing but stressed cats That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for real
take my buttered bread Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you kane Any time realness, you ready feel this I don't forget nothing, nothing at all So
rather shine where you are Blacks in the Cadillac no ice at all Seven-six ay ah bitch watch me ball [Incomprehensible] like a motherfucker dipping from the law Kinda game is
stop this Gangsta rap is what they call it But I gots to come with the realness So all my folks can feel this Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game Ain't nothing
valley of the dollar, we rejoice For plastic is the currency of choice And beauty born is strictly for the birds Your cash is fine but credit is preferred
to take my buttered bread Niggas aint shit, so I'm down with you Kane Any time realness, you ready feel this I don't forget nothing, nothing at all So
is luck Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up In that smelly proof bag, real, real fast Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real, real slick Can
nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"? Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice? I've been real
What you want want What you need What you havin What will it be All we need is Hennessey then a sprite, squeeze it in it, twist a lemon, this one is
